The Siamese temple where the heart’s darkness views
In the middle,
The Heart Sutra with that of the
Lotus
That flower to the mandala of the Jung
The Jungian symbol
As reversing that of the swastika, will intended black sun,
Oh Caress, me
No, for Him being only a humble servant,
Augustine like slavish in his desires, but him
A copy, not the original , the one against him That Caesar bore his name’s sake.
So yes, one sign (sun)(son) leads to another
Through political expediency, and that Son-only me no(know) is the essence
Of this gamble, the size of it
Befuddling the most pitiful ogf humbled man, the last
To be saved by participation mystique
The game plan and the gamble
Slipped last night, did the Kevin Casey-thing and feel ok, but rough around the ages , but your not her, you don’t understand, but I am him now, got that wrong, will straightened out.
I am you too but now today no, you act like he would, been with him too long.
True to your word , but really is he worth it, all the bickering, drama, unfulfilled desire, he doesen’t satisfy my inner needs, and I really do not trust him any more, he is a baby, bah-bah,
Meno.
I have no mysteries left. I just want to leave.
And I will walk off this plane of existence without killing myself.
I just need to recheck the proof.
I should have already left by now.
I must have missed something.
It’s not my job to tell you what reality you want.
It’s my job to tell me what reality I want.
When you tell people to talk about consent; they’re terrified of actual discussions.
People on this plane, dimension, reality, realm…
They’re attracted to consent violation being the meaning of all life everywhere.
That’s every human on earth. They’re unevolved.
I appriceate your ‘job down here, Ec, weather you be a soul trapped in hell, or it is simply a soce in your mind, a mind space kind of or a spaced out place that trapped you to think the space outside is really ‘out there’
No excuses from me,as me know no fear hideous places of entrapment, can even face Lucifer himsel, if that be mine job.
I tested once that idea, back a long time ago and really they don’t mess with me .
Ps if you happen to come across Ishthus tell him hi, and tell him also he is no real baby, he just reminded me of that scene in a long ago moving picture, where one sister has issues with the other sister, and she is called baby Jane or something.
Placate him if you can, for he may feel I kinda put him in an unwanted place .
Your private message was intercepted by the fact that it is a public message board.
Nobody puts baby anywhere.
Also you are a huge weirdo.
I try not so to think so, that there is no real baby Isch, bu, how about the little boy?
Someone wanted to kill I’ll him by chocking him
Never mind ptsd stuffing, the Turkey can wait another few weeks,
It’sooo
what?
(Thinking)
.
.
Still ….
thinking
But really till death do us part is such an inconvertibly necessary part of our mere existence, that there is no shadow of doubt, not in this world nor the one followin( the shadow), or in fact in any other concieivable modality.
Still but unthinking
We never die. ‘Til death do us part means we never part. The issue is not whether we die, it’s about what we all do with our necessary immortality.
Those who don’t like going to the deepest pits of hell, will immediately understand that domination is not the answer.
Control of another is not the answer.
If I control people, I lose power.
Lots of thinkers have realized this.
Meno_,
Just ‘cause you know how to do fancy tricks with technology doesn’t mean I’m going to believe that we are married. Or buried.
Nice try, though.
How to stump a Mormon:
Matthew 22:30
two things Jesus beat and hates:
divorce & death